CBWR? Chapter 85

Author’s Notes:

I know I know…everyone’s freaking.  This chapter isn’t going to make you feel better.

Remember how this story was categorized as angst?  Yeah – we’re here.

Plans can change pretty quickly. 

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Chapter 85

The thigh-highs were going to be the death of me.

I pulled Bella into the elevator and jabbed at the button about four hundred times in the vain attempt to get the damn contraption moving faster.  If it hadn’t been for some old dude with a cane I might have just jumped her in the elevator car.  Why is there always an audience around when you don’t want one?

The Louvre was fantastic, because Bella smiled and pointed at things and held my hand.  Dinner at an outdoor café was chilly, so I put my jacket around her shoulders, and Bella smiled and let me run my fingers up and down her arm while we waited for our food to be delivered.  The walk along the Seine was beautiful, because Bella smiled at me and let me put my arm around her shoulders as we walked.
  
As much as I liked it, I didn’t care about any of that shit at the moment – I just needed her back in the hotel room so I could get back inside of her and listen to her scream my name again.

“Impatient much?” Bella giggled.  I think she actually drank a whole glass and a half of wine at dinner, and seemed a little less sure on her feet than she usually was.

“And you aren’t?” I scoffed.  She practically molested me in front of a statue of a naked guy – right there in the middle of the museum.  The statue guy had a fucking tiny dick, and I pretended to the offended that it would remind her of me.  She giggled and rubbed her ass against the front of my pants.  The elevator opened and I pulled her by our laced-together fingers down the hallway to our room.

Just like the previous night, the Eiffel Tower was all lit up and shining into the hotel window.  The whole city seemed to be lit up below us.  I pulled Bella close to me and cradled her face in my hands before I kissed her.  I had planned to be slow…gentle…like I had been the night before, but Bella seemed to have other, possibly slightly drunken ideas.

She grabbed the belt loops on my pants and pulled me up against her, first grinding against my hardening cock and then reaching between us to palm it.

“If you do that, I’m just going to come in my pants,” I warned her.  She only giggled in response.

“I think that might be kind of funny,” she said as she gripped me a little harder.

“Oh really?”  I grabbed her hand and stepped forward, backing her up against the wall near the window.  I lifted her arm up until it was high above her head, where I pinned it with my hand.  I froze a second, hoping I wasn’t doing anything she wouldn’t like, but when I looked into her eyes they were sparkling with humor and excitement.  She smiled slyly, then reached down and grabbed me with her other hand.  I grabbed that hand, too – then held it up next to the first one.  I raised my eyebrows at her as I gripped both of her wrists with one hand, and then used the other one to run the full length of her body.

“Oh…Edward…”

“Yeah, we’ll see who’s going to come in their pants now, huh?”

“I’m not wearing any pants.”

“Panties then.”

I ran my free hand over each of her breasts, still looking into her eyes as I moved over her body.  Once my hand got to her stomach, I cupped her sex for a moment through the fabric of her dress, and then dropped lower to pull the dress up higher.

It didn’t have to go a lot higher – the fucker had to be the shortest dress I had ever seen.  I loved it.

My fingers ran down her leg to the edge of her stockings, then around the hem to the inside of her hand and up until I could feel the heat of her core against my fingers.  Her little tiny g-string panties were damp, and I pushed the triangle of fabric out of my way to I could reach her clit.

Bella whimpered, and I covered my mouth with hers.  Our tongues reached for each other’s, the slow caresses of the previous night replaced by a singular urgency.  My fingers circled, retreated, and danced against her clit as she pushed her hips against my hands.  I moaned into her mouth as I felt her getting wetter and wetter, and then slid my fingers deep inside of her with one thrust.

Bella’s head tipped back, banging lightly into the wall.  I kissed her neck, her jaw, and then her ear.  Bella moaned and writhed as I worked my fingers in and out of her.

“You like that, huh?”  I growled against her neck.  My fingers began moving faster and faster – in and out of her wet, slick pussy as my thumb circled around her clit, dropping down sometimes to collect her juices again.

“God…yes…yes…please!”

I shoved my chest against hers – still keeping my hips back so I could finger her better – and my mouth latched on to the edge of her jaw.  I wanted some friction against my stiff cock, but it would just have to wait.  I wanted her to come first.  Maybe second as well.  Then I was going to lay her on her back and take myself home again.  At least, that was the plan.

Plans can change pretty quickly. 

Just when things are going pretty well, and you start thinking maybe life isn’t completely out to get you, that’s when the rug gets pulled out from under you.  That’s when you realize that gigantic glacier you’ve been picking your way across has started to melt, and you’re about to fall into a giant ice cave.  That’s when the proverbial shit hits the proverbial fan.  You can have every step of the next few minutes completely planned out in your head, and they can slowly fade to black as fate rolls the dice and comes up with snake eyes.

It all happened so fucking fast, but at the same time, it was weird how everything slowed down all of the sudden and become crystal clear.

I saw Bella’s glazed eyes as they started to roll back into her head, and her body clenched down on my fingers.

I heard the tiny pinging sound of glass shattering.

I heard the almost-not-there whistle of a tiny missile flying through the air.

I felt the burn of the bullet as it sliced into my skin.

I remembered I never did turn my phone back on again.

Oh shit.

I’d just been shot, right?

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Chapter end notes:

DON’T HURT ME!

It ain’t over yet – I swear.

I’m going back into hiding (i.e., working on UC the rest of today).  There should be another post tomorrow.  You will survive the wait.  I promise.